What's Goin On (Rap & the Community)

You spew forth the archetype, for what We should be "We" being the youth from low-income families You alone hold the virtues of our character Little known fact that you're no more than just an actor Volatile spittle containing the contagion That moulds the hearts & minds in those of younger ages Holding all that scintillates, ensnaring minds & eyes alike Of those who think gun-bearing & drug-deals are the archetype Popping pills & homicides are just a way of life Your lyrics do nothing but add to that pool of strife Another spoke in the feverish wheel Your words breed a steady stream of stupidity Making us look insipid in the black & brown community Mothers losing sons to drug charges Kids killing kids in a game of "Who's The Hardest" Fathers disowning daughters on the basis of premarital pregnancy It almost seems as if these rappers are members of a clandestine agency This is the process of exsanguination of our culture Where Money is deified, and our community is tortured By the hands of the avaricious, telling us we should bathe in riches And confused faces leer at me when I ask "Is this supposed to be us? What is this?"